The Promise

Prolouge

He gently touched the bruise on my cheek. I winced slightly at his touch. He had an apologetic look on his beautiful face.

*Earlier that night*

"You little whore! Both of your parents died in that crash, why didn't you!" my uncle screamed. He had an empty, broken wine bottle that he was hitting me with. He hit my face with the bottle, cutting open my lip, and forming an instant bruise on my cheek.

"Hey! Leave her alone!" I turned and saw a head of chocolate curls lunging at my drunken uncle.

"Harry..." I whimpered. When he'd taken my uncle down, he ran to me, standing in front of me like a barrier. My uncle got to his feet and pointed at me.

"Your friend won't be here next time you little whore!"

*Present*

"I'm so sorry Melody," he said.

"Harry, it's not your fault."

"I should've known! I could've stopped him!"

"Harry stop. It is not your fault. My parents and I were on our way back from London, and we got in a crash. They both died, but I lived by some miracle. So, I was dumped here with my uncle, but he didn't want me. I've had to put up with his abuse for years." He looked into my hazel eyes with his green ones, tears welling up in his eyes.

"I am so sorry. I wish I'd have known." He pulled me into a hug, and I rested my head on his collarbone.

"You are not a whore Melody. You're a beautiful girl that has had to endure pain her whole life." He pulled away and fumbled with one of the clasps of the chains around his neck. When he got the desired one off, he wrapped it around my neck and closed the clasp. I held up the small silver paper airplane.

"Harry I-"

"No, I want you to have it. For protection. I'll never let anyone hurt you. I promise."

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